Thursday, May 4, 2017

Love Doesn’t Hurt; People Do That - Short Blog Post

Love is an action word and is demonstrated by one’s actions, words, thoughts and motives. Therefore, I find it hard to believe when people say they “love” someone but in return “hurt” them. By hurt I mean by causing physical harm, injury or damage. Subjecting someone to ongoing pain to serve one’s own selfish need or desire for “punishment” or “payback”. Often times, these actions are a way of “controlling the other person”. People are not objects to be controlled. If that were the case, God would be our ultimate puppet master! However, yet, even He doesn’t “control” us, but gives us free will to make decisions and move about as we please.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails;

If all these things are true of love, why do so many of us experience the opposite as far as love is concerned? Are there so many of us confused as to the true meaning of love or blatantly defiant against it? It is possible that some people learn how to love by what they were shown growing up or by their own personal experiences, whether positive or negative? Can this explain why some people mistake love for hate? The two are deniably different but some people replace one with the other.

The most common forms of abuse a woman may suffer from per companion are: physical, verbal, emotional, psychological and sexual abuse. Me, myself, have experienced all of these at some point in my life. Today, I still struggle sometimes to deal with the mental scars from the abuse. I’m not sure if you ever heal completely or just mask it under the surface. I will say that seeing a therapist did help me at some point because talking about it is one way to overcome the turmoil. You have to take back what the abuser stole from you, which is yourself. Stay happy & healthy. Your soul depends on it!

If you feel you are in danger, please call the National Domestic Abuse hotline at: 1-800-799-7233 or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY for Deaf/hard of hearing) GET THE HELP YOU NEED NOW!!!

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Pause




Sitting here looking at my phone
Missed calls and text messages, I ignore them all,
I can’t figure out my mind,
The jumbled thoughts, the plans, the confusion
He put his love on pause,
I don’t understand the hesitation,
We’ve both been hurt by love before,
Once, twice, three times, maybe four.
Heartbreak has hardened our hearts once more,
We weren’t searching for love, but it found us
It stumbled into our pathway boarding life’s highway
It struggled day by day, in hopes to find a little lead way
But give love an inch, it wants to travel a mile,
Love ain’t got us like that, our hearts are in denial
Stop, hold up, wait a minute……. Pause
We didn’t ask for this, nor did we inquire about it
The expiration date on love has expired, no progress transpired.
You can’t come in, you’re not welcomed here,
Love took advantage of us once, so now we fear
His heart wears a shield, my heart protected by armour
Stop, hold on, wait a minute… Pause
Love has no honor...

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The Comeback

He said he couldn’t live without me,
Man, my heart smiled so big
No one could ever measure that amount
He makes me feel like no other
Ain’t no better love that what he got
My mind won’t let me forget him
Days pass by, daylight turns into night
But his love never waivers from my heart
He’s gone, but not far
He’ll be back soon
We are supposed to be together
He wouldn’t leave me long
Every breath I breath is for him
He doesn’t know it
I’m making preparations to be reunited with my love
Will he be waiting for me?
I can’t wait to feel his love all around me
Wrapped up like a winter’s coat
Mmm, I can’t wait
Patience don’t leave me now
I’m fragile
I imagine his touch, his heartbeat, his soul
He’ll be back soon
He’s not gone too far
My heart waits for him
I breath him, my soul, my love
Will be back soon.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

COLD


Alone in this world,
So cold,
Walking blindfold into the darkness
Never to see what lies ahead,
Consumed with hurt and guilt,
Of past love and cries that were left unheard.
Existence is escaping me slowly,
Unsure of how to proceed,
Ignorant to what happiness is,
Shielded by confusion and pain.
The world seems so cold,
To my wants and needs,
The adversary waits,
To hunt and to feed.
On the weary hearts of those,
Orphaned by circumstance
And the forgotten ones,
Left behind in the swine,
Toiled in the coils of deceit
Resting on a web of lies,
Cold, cold is the world,
To my uncaring eyes….

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Unbound

In the calm, still of the night, He waits for me.....

But not to the element of surprise.

His intent is to protect me

from harm and danger, both seen and unseen.

But I am oblivious to His outreached hand,

so alone I continue to stand.

Naked to the brutal assaults of the world,

like a new born baby, ignorant to knowledge.



He waits for me,



Longing for me to call out to Him,

not only when I've fallen down

with no strength to get up on my own

but when I'm taking a ride on cloud nine

and feel like I'm floating in the sky.

He waits for my in a quiet place,

and welcomes me into His home.




Not Good Enough

What do you do,
when you're not good enough,
Your patience goes unnoticed,
you're not appreciated and
taken for granted?
You are never forgiven, respected
or appeased.
You are merely the object of negative
attention, put downs, reminded of
your failures and shortcomings.
Never to be desired, pleasing, protected
or loved.
Where do you go, when the gravel
beneath your feet begins to slip
and the pathway become cloudy,
foggy and gray.
What words can be said?
What actions can you take?
What sacrifice can you make?
When you're not good enough,
you always fall short and it seems
you'll never meet the expectations.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Forgotten One

It feels like God has forgotten me,
At night, when my tears fall,
Alone am I to suffer at the hands of my adversary,
No comforter in plain sight.
My eyes hurt from the pain,
my heart aches from the abuse,
my soul bleeds of discouragement,
Who can heal my brokenness?
Drowning in my own misery,
no life raft to rescue me,
no ladder to climb to safety,
My cries are ignored.
I reach out my hand,
only to have it slapped away,
Love cannot dwell here,
or survive in an empty shell.
When will my Savior come,
to aid my deep wounds?
Where will my help cometh,
to repair the scars?
I am forgotten,
in this world of demise,
knocking at the door of rescue,
waiting for an answer to the anguish.